Max Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey…?
Chapter 359: The Ancestor Must Be a Deity

Chapter 359: Chapter 359: The Ancestor Must Be a Deity

Xia Xin clutched the back of the front seat tightly, looking at Jiangli with concern. He gritted his teeth, ready to push open the car door and go down to help.

But Fu’er stopped him, disparagingly saying, "You little brat, just don’t go adding to the chaos. It’s fine with the ancestor there alone."

Xia Xin paused, "But, Master told me to protect the ancestor..."

"You, protect? If you don’t mess things up, that would be good enough," Fu’er said with a look of disdain, but his disdain was not without reason.

Xia Xin had no face to argue.

"It’s not that... Little Master, who are you talking to again?" Yao Xuanhang, who heard Xia Xin’s nonsensical words, was almost scared to tears, "What’s going on with you and the Abbot? Why do you always mysteriously talk to the air? Is it possible that something has gotten into our car?"

"It’s not that," Xia Xin said, licking his dry lips.

Yao Xuanhang wanted to ask more.

Xia Xin said impatiently, "Don’t ask for now!"

Right now, he had no desire to answer Yao Xuanhang; his gaze was firmly fixed on Jiangli outside.

Yao Xuanhang was choked up.

At this moment.

Outside the car.

Once Jiangli stepped out, those things, as if they had smelled some exquisite delicacy, whooshed toward Jiangli all at once.

Jiangli glanced at them and immediately discerned the truth.

These... were not ghosts.

With a flip of her palm, a green long sword suddenly appeared in her right hand.

The icy and sharp sword reflected Jiangli’s cold eyes.

Yao Xuanhang quickly rubbed his eyes in disbelief, "Damn it, when did the Abbot bring out a sword?"

Are knives not controlled nowadays?

Xia Xin was also perplexed, but then he thought, the ancestor had meditated for eight hundred years without dying; certainly, he was no ordinary person, perhaps he had become immortal already.

Thinking so made it seem normal...

With a bare hand, Jiangli grasped the sword hilt. Xia Xin and Yao Xuanhang didn’t see how she moved, but suddenly witnessed a flash of the sword light and a fire, like a dragon, shot up from the sword, aiming at those shadows with an allure of its own.

The next second, there was a booming sound, and a streak of flame flashed by.

The air was filled with an increase of black smoke. Through the car window, Yao Xuanhang and Xia Xin felt as though they smelled something burning.

The two men focused and saw all those figures dissipating into wisps of smoke and vanishing.

Only a bunch of paper figures remained, falling to the ground.

Jiangli walked over, picked up those paper figures, and slightly narrowed her eyes.

"Ancestor—" At that moment, Xia Xin pushed open the car door and came out, asking anxiously, "What is this?"

Jiangli said, "Paper soldiers, combined with a Blinding Technique, disguise themselves as ghosts causing trouble. As long as Yao Xuanhang drives blindly, an accident is bound to happen."

Xia Xin was stunned, "Paper soldiers?"

He had heard from his master about the ancient practice of turning beans into soldiers and using paper figures as soldiers.

But nowadays, with Spiritual Energy in decline, the people capable of doing this should have disappeared.

Jiangli held the paper soldiers in her hand and tossed a Talisman into the void with a playful smile.

The next second, a breeze blew by, and both Xia Xin and Yao Xuanhang saw the black mist in front of them disappearing bit by bit.

The nearby environment became clear.

Only then did Xia Xin and Yao Xuanhang notice where this place was.

Unlike the dark Katez Avenue from before, Yao Xuanhang’s car was now parked by the side of a large bridge crossing a river, with the front of the car facing the railing.

If just now, in fear, he had truly stepped on the gas and charged forward, then by now, he and the car would have plunged from the bridge.

Realizing this, Yao Xuanhang broke out in a cold sweat, feeling a chill spread through his limbs and bones.

At this moment, the surrounding car horns sounded incessantly.

Stopping and turning around on a bridge crossing a river is not allowed.

Yao Xuanhang’s car being parked here blocked the way for passersby, who, not knowing what he intended to do, kept honking their horns as reminders.